DREAMER part 3
Author:
Lia
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Rating: NC-17 or M
Timeline: shortly after ROTJ
Disclaimer: Luke, Han and the whole Star Wars Universe belongs to George Lucas.
Pity.
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There was a man hidden in the woods, less than a klic from the safe house. He was tall and strong, and his silver gray hair fell lightly over his shoulders. The pale skin shone unnaturaly in the shadows, and a slow, ferocious smile curved the thin lips.
"The Jedi is no more."
Luke Skywalker would never be able to use his powers to the fullest again.
No medical art in the Galaxy would find a way
to exterminate the virus in less than 50 years; Palpatine had seen to it. All
the scientists and lab personnel involved in the making
of the D-101 virus were executed; all the records of the research, destroyed.
And without said records, no matter how much money, efforts and will power they
invested, they would take at least 5 years only to start to understand how the
thing worked... To make things worse a few fake records were planted here and
there – they would lead any scientist who found them to nowhere and delay
his or her work even more. Everything carefully planned decades ago, long before
that pathetic Jedi child was born. How wicked the late Emperor was... how could
one not admire such cunning?
"Do you hear me, Falcon? The Jedi is no more. He is to fade into nothingness. He is to become a shadow..."
Han almost jumped off the couch. For a moment he thought he was back in quarantine, watching Luke fight for survival and hearing that cursed voice in his head again. Then he remembered where he was and what happened – they were watching a holo and, at some point, he had fallen asleep. With a deep sigh of relief the Corellian stood up and looked around. Luke was leaning against the window sill, staring at the view outside.
"It's getting dark." Han flung an arm around his young friend's shoulders. "I think it's dinner time."
Luke frowned a little, as if trying to concentrate in something... then shook his head with a small, irritate snort.
"Your mumbo-jumbo's not working, is it?" the arm around the young
Jedi tightened. "Why don't you relax and forget
about it for a while? Maybe it'll come to you if you stop forcing."
"Who could ever imagine that one day Han Solo would lecture me about the
Force!" Luke laughed in spite of the headache
and the exhaustion he was feeling after that attempt to reach the Force.
"Well, well, well...here I am, generously blessing you with the gift of
my wisdom and this is the thanks I get. Laughter! Irony!"
"Ok, Ok... You are right. I shouldn't be pushing. It's just that I thought
I saw someone out there, near the woods and I wanted to check."
"A human being near here?" the Corellian shook his head. "Security
would have warned us. That damn tin can of yours would have come here blinking
and howling like a freakin' Life Day Surprise Box!"
"Yeah, guess you're right again, General Solo, sir." Luke gave his
most impish smile and rested his head on his friend's
shoulder. Han was a little surprised when the kid all but sagged against him.
"You OK, junior?"
"Just hold me tight... yeah, and touch my hair the way you were doing before...
mmm boy, this is good..." Luke snuggled closer and started to breath light
kisses on Han's neck - his most sensitive point. The Corellian swallowed hard,
suddenly hot all over and feeling his pants growing tight and uncomfortable.
Gods, how could that kid turn him on so fast doing so little?
"I love you, Han. Always did, since day one."
Solo froze to the sound of these words.
"Han?" Luke blinked. Had he said something wrong?
"Han?"
The man in the woods stood up in one fluid movement. It was night already.
He had been waiting patiently crouched next to
a tree for hours, so still that one could mistake him for a statue.
He was a Dark Hunter after all.
Artoo Detoo greeted the man with a happy chirp. He knew that Julian Dronn had
been one of his Masters many years ago.
"Hello, Artoo." the Dark Hunter talked in a surprisingly gentle voice.
The small droid made some interrogative sounds.
"Yes, I know it's awful but I have to do it... Yes, probably your Master
Luke will die...I'm sorry my little friend but there's nothing you can do."